dislcaimer: vampire diaries does not belong to me. i simply own this plot line, the character freya and my own insanity. that is all.
Set in season 2 of vampire diaries, set before, during and after the masquerade ball.
Rewrite of Wicked Lovely
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They Call Me Freya
"You got the wrong girl."
"What do you mean I got the wrong girl? She looks exactly the same!"
"Trevor, that isn't a doppelganger."
"And what does it look like, Rose? Because I doubt reincarnation is a fucking thing with her."
Rose groaned, rubbing her temples as she spoke. "Trevor, she's a witch. Witches don't do reincarnation. But they don't do doppelgangers either. This isn't the Petrova doppelganger, this is a freaking witch. Not just any witch either, you went and kidnapped a Bennett."
He had basically signed their death warrants.
Trevor's frown deepened to the point where it looked like he had a permanent scowl. "But they smelt the same."
"But they don't look the bloody same!" Rose snapped again.
"Still smelt the same,'' Trevor grumbled.
Rose exhaled through her nose. She was going to kill him before Klaus did. "Trevor, do I have to spell it out for you? We're going to die. Or better yet, I'm going to kill you before Klaus comes here."
"I got the right girl, Rose. No doubt about it." Trevor said, though now that he thought about it, he remembered that he blocked Rose out a good forty times whenever they went over the plan. All he could remember was to grab the girl, but to knock her out so she wouldn't fight back. But Rose didn't need to know that part of the whole thing.
Rose blinked and counted to ten in the back of her head. "You got the wrong girl."
"She's the doppelganger, Rosie. I'm telling you, I got the right girl." Trevor said with assurance.
'"Okay, so when Klaus kills us, I'll make sure my last words are 'Trevor was sure of it!' before he rips out my heart." Rose said with a growl as she looked back at the sleeping girl on the couch. "Cripes we're so fucking screwed!"
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"So what you're saying is that Ric over here is Sabrina's daddy?" Damon snorted after he spoke, "Nice one lady."
Abby frowned. "I don't remember asking you to believe me. Nor do I remember asking for your opinion."
Damon growled. "You're in my house, so your little allegation is my business."
Abby arched an eyebrow. "Oh, is it?"
"Damn right," Damon said smugly. "After all, I've been watching over the Bennett line for the last one hundred and forty-six years. I'd know if Bonnie and Alaric were related."
"Damon, shut up before I do it for them." Stefan groaned, his fingers pressed against his eyelids.
"Ever the hero, brother." Damon grumbled before looking back at Abby. "So if Ric is Bonnie's dad, how come I never knew?"
"Probably because I never told him." Abby replied sourly.
Caroline and Elena looked between the newcomer and Alaric. Their history teacher had been in a fling with Bonnie's mom? Did her dad know? How was Bonnie going to handle this?
"Well this is weird," Matt said, voicing the girls' thoughts.
"It is," Alaric agreed as he kept his gaze on Abby. "But right now, we have more important things to worry about. Bonnie is still missing and I plan on making sure she is found."
Damon snorted. Guy finds out his favorite student is his daughter and suddenly it is all about her. Damon still wasn't buying it. He was pretty damn sure he would have known about it. He checked up on the Bennetts every time a new one was born or died. Alaric was nowhere on the birth certificate, though even he knew those could be faked.
Anna nodded her head in agreement. "Let's get this spell done."
Lucy smirked and looked between Abby and Shelia, "Shall we?"
The two nodded. They had a Bennett to find.
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When Bonnie awoke, it was to the sound of bodies dropping to the floor. Her eyes shot open and she sat up, her magic on full alert as she took in her prison. She was in the living room of a manor, though she was rather curious as to how she had gotten there. She remembered walking from the masquerade ball with Jeremy and then being attacked. Jeremy had been knocked out and before she could say a word or even let out a scream, she was hit over the head as well.
Now she was finally coming to and her kidnappers had been knocked out. She wasn't sure if the person who knocked them out was worse but she looked up to see a woman standing over her kidnappers, a bat in her hand. The woman turned towards her and smiled sweetly.
"Hello there kiddo," she greeted with a two fingered salute. She was beautiful, with long raven colored hair and light blue eyes. She reminded Bonnie of Alaric for some reason, probably because of her smile. It felt like it was the same. The woman looked like she was older though, a few years. Bonnie felt she was possibly thirty-six. "Glad to see I got to you in time."
"You followed me?" Bonnie asked.
"I didn't," the woman responded and turned as someone else walked into the room. Bonnie felt a strange pull towards this person. He was young, in his late teens to early twenties. He had brown hair and dark brown eyes, boyish but handsome. "We crossed paths and thought getting you back home would be the safest thing."
Bonnie blinked and looked back at the woman, "Who are you, both of you?"
The woman smirked. "They call me Freya," she introduced herself and then turned to the young man who said nothing. "And that is Kol, though I'm sure he can say that for himself."
The young man, now identified as Kol, said nothing but started at Bonnie. Freya snorted and turned back to Bonnie. "Well, come on then. We've got a car out front and these bozos won't be out for long."
Freya reached out and grabbed ahold of Bonnie's hand. A surge of magic rushed though Bonnie as she walked lead to the car.
Just who were these people and why did she feel so safe around them?
